According to Hagrid, there have been several cases of missing people in villages near Ding'an City, a neighboring city in the north, but due to the small number of missing people, the bureau did not find any clues after dispatching. But after the Biyin Village Massacre incident, Ye Qiu felt that this kind of thing would be even more serious.

Yanshu, a malevolent organization in the shadows, slaughtered the village of Biyin, and Qingluo, although it was the Holy See organization of the elven kingdom of Auxerre, they forcibly took Paris. Both organizations had become mortal enemies to Ye Qiu. As far as his own ability is concerned, at most, he can stop the small fights of the Yanshu Organization, and he knows in his heart that he must become stronger as soon as possible.

After a few days of trekking, Ye Qiu had already seen the outline of a village not far away. By this time, it was already dark. In winter, the night always comes very quickly.

Ye Qiu couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the tired and panting horse, he jumped off the horse and led the horse and began to walk in the direction of the village.

When there was still some distance from the village, Ye Qiu faintly heard the noisy shouts of people. In the distance, a cluster of firelight rose, and in the dark night, Ye Qiu's vision was not very good.

The paper kite took his hand and pointed in the direction of the fire and said, "Brother, that house is on fire and is smoking. ”

The people of the Night Kingdom and the Elven Kingdom, their vision can be seen as clearly at night as during the day, and Ye Qiu is slightly envious of their special ability.

"Could it be that something happened?" Ye Qiu frowned, jumped on the horse and began to gallop.

In the village, the village chief watched his house for many years being engulfed in flames little by little, and he was so painful that he couldn't speak. He was tied to his knees, and could only stare at the man in front of him with blood-red eyes, and he roared, "I really shouldn't trust you goddamn guys! Why! We are all elves! Why do you do such a thing!"

What answered him was a kick in his face by the big man, and the big man in front of him snorted coldly with disdain, and the flesh on his face twitched a few times from side to side, "Tut-tut, I burned down your house, you guys who don't know how to lift are still so hard-mouthed?"

Around this man with a slightly bulging belly were more than a hundred young men and women who were tied up, and not far away, more than fifty men dressed in black surrounded the remaining strong men and women, old and young, and three large carriages were parked in the distance.

Early morning.

Early in the morning, the village chief, who is accustomed to getting up early, walks in the village, listening to the sound of the breeze and the occasional barking of dogs, and begins to chop wood and make a fire with a comfortable face.

At this time, only the sound of a carriage was heard outside.

Which family came to this extremely remote village so early, the village chief walked out with doubts. I saw more than fifty people coming down from the three tall carriages.

"Oh, it's a village. The man who looked to be the leader, who was slightly in good shape, stepped out of the carriage and said, he saw the village chief, and walked towards this direction with a smile.

"Old man, we are a business convoy, and we happen to be passing by here, is there a place where we can rest?" As he spoke, the man took out a gold coin from his bosom and handed it to the village chief, "Don't worry, we will pay you!"

For one gold coin, the village chief is estimated to earn two gold coins a year. The village is remote and poor, and most of the young and middle-aged people go out to work outside in winter, leaving only some old people and children in the village. One gold coin is enough for everyone in the village to eat a few meals. The village chief smiled wryly, and took this group of people as the God of Wealth as a matter of course.

He gathered the rest of the village and worked with his son to prepare dinner for them.

Looking at those uncles who looked full of food and drink, the village chief couldn't help but smile with joy. People who travel on the road should eat something good, and they, the villagers, are also blessed to eat something good.

When it was getting dark, he settled the men in the villagers' houses. But he never expected that the God of Wealth he entertained was pretended to be a jackal.

In the dead of night, everyone rests in their own homes. The men began to act, and they tied up the sleepy-eyed people one by one and gathered them in the open space next to the village chief's house.

Looking at what was happening in front of him, the village chief couldn't believe his eyes. "You don't ...... Aren't you businessmen, what are you trying to do!"

"Poof, you're stupid!" the pot-bellied man scoffed, "Of course it's the young man who grabbed you and sold it for money!"

"Phew!" the enraged and guilty village chief spat at the man.

"Tut-tut, I originally wanted to take your young man away, it seems that I can't teach you a lesson......" The pot-bellied man laughed, "Come on, burn this guy's house!"

Dozens of torches were ruthlessly thrown into the village chief's house, and the flames crackled and devoured everything that the village chief regarded as treasures. The villagers who were tied up were all as pale as the village chief, and they were noisy before they understood the current situation.

"Why...... Why ......" some people cried out in horror.

Big Belly plucked out his ears disdainfully and said, "Because you are stupid, fools of a village, I really believe that we are merchants." Hahahaha, I'm laughing to death!"

Several men in black on the side also laughed one after another.

The village chief, whose hands were tied, struggled desperately, "What do you want to do to us?"

"Of course it's to be caught and sold for money!" the pot-bellied man laughed cruelly.

Hearing the sound, some people were already so frightened that they cried.

"You...... You guys!" the village chief took a solid punch in the lower abdomen, "Why? Aren't we all elves?"

The big-bellied man kicked him to the ground, "Elves are laughing to death, people are divided into three, six, nine and so on, you, a bunch of untouchables!"

"I said, I burned down your house, why are you still so hard-mouthed?" the pot-bellied man grabbed the village chief's hair and lifted it up.

The only fifty or so tied young people of the "village chief...... struggled with their struggles, and the restless answer was the punches and kicks of the men in black.

"You guys!" one of them struggled to his feet, slammed his head into the pot-bellied man, and roared, "The village chief is not a fool!"

"The village chief has always been thinking about us, he always tries his best to help the people in our village, he always can't see people sad, he always hopes that everyone in the village will live a happy life!"

"Woo~" The young man was kicked out by the big belly, he snorted and struggled, and continued to roar: "What do you know! The son of the village chief, my best friend died because I was kidnapped by robbers!"

The big belly stepped on the young man's head, and the young man's muddy forehead oozed blood, and the blood dripped to the ground, splashing drops of blood.

The big-bellied man looked at the man on the ground coldly, "You said so much, what's the matter with me?"